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When he got back in bed, I scooted up and away from the puddle he’d created underneath me.

“Are you ready for more, or do you need a break?” he asked.

I was drained and felt like I needed a break, but I couldn’t deny him that way, not after all the pleasure he’d given me.

“I want more,” was my answer, and Tyreek wasted no time lowering himself to me and placing himself at my opening.

As anxious as I was to feel him, I was also a little nervous because it had been so long. I didn’t have to be though. Tyreek took his time with me, slowly stretching me and filling me to the hilt. His strokes were slow and soft, though long and deep. He kissed me constantly, begging me to breathe. When he was sure I’d gotten used to the feel of him inside of me, he sped up slightly, still keeping a slow, steady rhythm.

Tyreek lifted himself up slightly, staring into my eyes as my lips trembled.

He was so fucking sexy.

Just looking from him to his wet dick as it hid itself inside of me was enough to make me cum.

I wrapped my legs tighter around him, feeling my pussy leak even more.

He moaned my name, burying his face in my neck. My hands went to his back, scratching and squeezing and pulling him deeper until I came.

Tyreek lifted himself and picked me up off the bed, rocking me back and forth against his dick with a harder stroke.

“Shit!” I cried out before whimpering, holding on to his neck for dear life. “Oh my God,” I moaned, head flinging back. “Yessss, Tyreek.”

He released a throaty moan before grunting a low, “Fuck,” as his strokes sped up. His grip on me remained tight as his movements became more sporadic. Between his moans combining with my panting and his dick rubbing against my spot with each stroke, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was cumming again…

CHAPTER9

Tyreek

Day 2

We all watched, danced, and rapped along as Saint performed. Technically, he wasn’t supposed to be performing because of his contract, but tonight, he didn’t give a fuck about none of that shit. Every time we came to Vegas and hit the clubs, if anyone found out Saint was in the building, they would beg him to perform. I was glad he was able to have this moment because I couldn’t imagine how hard it had been for him to live without his music. From what my brother shared with me, Harmony had an idea to get the rights back to his music, but until it happened, I wasn’t going to get my hopes up. Tristan was a stubborn, bitter ass woman. It was going to take a hell of a lot for her to release him.

“He looks so good up there!” Harmony cheered, to which we all agreed.

He was like a bird out of a cage, finally free.

As soon as Saint had completed his set and came from off the stage, Janae was saying, “Let’s take a shot!”

Most of the women groaned except for Harmony and Nicole, Supreme’s wife, which didn’t surprise me. Their asses could hang with us easily. Denali could too but she’d hung back at the room. Elite came out, though, and it was nice for the entire crew to be together. Because of our schedules, we were rarely able to travel together as a collective.

“When is your ass going back to work?” Haley asked, and we all laughed.

“Fuck that. I love this side of sis,” Hosea countered, shoving his sister closer to the table playfully in the process.

“I love it too,” I admitted, lowering my hand to squeeze her ass. Now that we’d finally had sex, it was even more difficult for me to keep my hands off her. As I expected, her pussy was phenomenal. Beyond the actual physical act, I enjoyed connecting with Janae on a deeper level and becoming one with her.

“It’s been a long time coming,” Janae replied, shooting me a wink as she lifted her glass. “Here’s to Saint for the amazing performance and for Honey and Kahlil, the reason we’re even here. Congratulations again, you two, on my Kayla Pooh and for getting married in exactly eight days. I pray you all have a blessed, abundant, loving marriage protected by God and filled with everything you desire and deserve!”

“Asé!” I said before everyone else agreed and released a chorus of, “Salud!”

We all tapped our glasses on the table then took them to the head. It wasn’t long before they were trying to get Saint back on the stage, but he declined. We were getting ready to grab some weed and edibles before going to another club. I didn’t plan on getting cross faded tonight because I wanted to enjoy my alone time with Janae when we got back to the suite.

A lot of the activities we had planned were for the entire group except for the times and days Kahlil and Honey had decided to do their own thing. We were here for them, so everyone pretty much agreed to stick together. So far, Denali being pregnant was the only thing that kept her and Elite from participating in certain activities, which I could respect. I was looking forward to us having another baby in the family, and I didn’t want her doing anything to jeopardize her or the baby’s health.

“I’m hungry as fuck,” Antonne announced, rubbing his stomach.

“Of course, you are. Your ass been smoking all damn day,” Saint replied, taking the blunt from him.

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